Watching the boys play basketball in the street outside, waiting for Noah come in and roll your pink ball with you…
Sometimes it’s hard to be a little girl.
Oh yes, it is.
Watching the boys play basketball in the street outside, waiting for Noah come in and roll your pink ball with you…
Sometimes it’s hard to be a little girl.
Oh yes, it is.
Diane Shiffer is a single homeschooling mom who is passionately in love with her Savior. She is gradually gaining victory over her apron addiction and hopes to catch up with her family's laundry sometime within the next decade. She covets your prayers. Click here to read more about Tomato Soup Cake...© 2013 Tomato Soup Cake. All Rights Reserved.
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sweet! happy day to you diane!
xoxo
And a happy day to you as well, Viv dear
That is the sweetest picture ever!
Coming from you (the most talented photographer I know!) that is high praise indeed… love ya honey ♥
Oh she looks so sweet! I love that little dress…I wish my girl was still little sometimes…
Blessings,
Amy Jo
Dressed so girly….too girly to play outside.
Well, street basketball can get kinda rough and scrappy… I pretty much have to close my eyes and trust the Lord even with Noah joining in. Arianna’s not being able to play outside with them really had far more to do with the “little” part of being a little girl, than the “girl” part
And even though that is an adorable dress and very girly, I am a firm believer in letting kids be kids, no matter what they’re wearing. That’s what we have washing machines for, right?
((hugs)) to you Tabor dear.
I know Amy Jo! I am so glad Arianna’s mom lends her to me to satisfy my little-girl-longings
What a beautiful child and a great photograph!
Thanks Nancy dear… and can I say what a joy it is to have you back in my blogging life? Cuz it is
ADORABLE….what a sweet picture and sweeter little girl! Can just imagine what’s going through her mind watching the big boys! Peace and blessings to you Diane!
I know Heather… she was watching their every move.
Diane, it’s simply sweet. And in a few short words you’ve captured what we all have felt at one time or another.
What an absolutely perfect comment, Mandy… girl, you made my day
Delicious
I just want to be her. she’s one of the luckiest little girls in the world…
That’s exactly what I was thinking, Trina! Lovely picture that created beautiful thoughts in my head, Diane. Thank you!
oh what a sweet image. I love the quietness of this capture, beautiful, Diane!
Sweet, sweet, sweet! The picture evokes feelings beyond words. Just lovely.
Adorble! What a sweet photo…..it looks like a picture for the cover of a wonderful book.
I miss you my friend.
Hi, I miss your lovely posts! I know you’re very busy, though — prayers coming your way for you and your lovely family.
I love reading your blog. I dropped in to let you know that I sent you a PM on facebook explaining the cross drapings/shrouds. One thing I forgot to mention is that many churches obscure the crosses in their church to remember that there was a time before the world knew Christ and before we kenw salvation. …. I couldn’t send you an e-mail because my default setting isn’t working
Sally
OK, enough of this dawdling. Get out here and post! We are all concerned about you and your family.
Hear, hear!
By the way, I made tomato soup cake for my birthday cake.
It was delicious! I owe it all to you! Never would have thought about it if I hadn’t found Tomato Soup Cake.
Diane, you have been in my thoughts often…very often. May the Lord keep you ever so close to His heart.
Please blog more. Thank you.
We love you, Diane! Waiting and hoping to hear from you. You have been an inspiration to all who come in contact with Tomato Soup Cake — which we made again, by the way. I wrote the recipe down and we pray for our dear “Tomato Soup Lady” (the kids call you that
when we read it, look at it, or bake it.